C1 The First Time in the Wild

Night had swallowed the dawn whole.

The wind whispered through the trees, their leaves rustling, adding a layer of oppression and tension to the pitch-black night.

Leh Jiu, weakened, evaded the relentless pursuers.

Over three years as a drug test subject, Leh Jiu had endured hundreds of injections.

In the icy, foreboding laboratory, death was a daily occurrence. Out of hundreds of drug test subjects, only ten remained.

Among these ten, some were lost to madness, some were half-dead. Leh Jiu was the only one who had survived intact.

She couldn't bear another day in that hell, nor did she wish to die there.

So, she fled.

A drug tester, long infatuated with her beauty, took her to his home with the intent to assault her. Leh Jiu saw her only chance to escape.

She fought back, injuring the drug tester, and fled from his house...

The alley was foul and dim, lined with several garbage cans.

Drip by drip, the sound of water echoed, striking her heart with each beat.

Leh Jiu was nearly spent, her legs weak, her head spinning, each step a monumental effort.

Out of the darkness, a hand reached out, and Leh Jiu tumbled into a scalding embrace.

"Uhh... let go of me."

Her eyes were wide with alarm, her voice feeble and muffled.

Her resistance was futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Backlit by the moon, Leh Jiu couldn't make out the man's features, only that he towered over her.

His breathing was labored, his body as unyielding as iron, pressing down on her like a towering mountain. His forehead veins stood out, indicating long-held restraint. His voice, hoarse with desire and urgency, pleaded, "Help me."

How could she help?

Leh Jiu sensed he might not be one of the lab's henchmen sent to recapture her.

In a moment of panic, the man's searing, coarse hand lifted the hem of her skirt.

Leh Jiu was terrified, but her weakened state left her powerless to resist.

"Let go... Don't..."

In the next instant, a sharp pain shot through her slender shoulder as the man bit down, tearing and then soothing with his tongue. Leh Jiu could feel his suction through the fabric of her clothes.

Before long, a metallic taste filled the man's mouth, followed by a fishy tang that oddly gave way to a hint of sweetness. His eyes brimmed with covetousness for her body, for her blood.

Driven by instinct, he began to suck with vigor.

The gnawing pain at her heart seemed to subside slightly...

"I will repay you..."

His voice was a muffled murmur of apology as Leh Jiu felt as though her body had been impaled.

Leh Jiu arched her graceful neck, but before she could utter a sound, the man captured her lips, silencing all her cries.

She didn't need repayment; she just wanted him to release her!

The drug test subject at least had a bed, but here, aside from the uneven wall, there was nothing but a foul-smelling trash can.

Was she to lose her virtue like this, under the open sky, against a wall?

The pursuing thugs heard the noise and turned their attention their way.

"There's a sound over there."

"Let's check it out."

Hearing them, Leh Jiu's heart sank— they were closing in.

Panic flashed in her eyes, her body tensed, and she clung to the man, burying her face in his shoulder.

The two thugs, upon glimpsing the steamy encounter in the corner, exchanged glances but didn't leave. One spoke up with a sinister chill, "Come out!"

The man, his mood spoiled, glared with blood-red eyes, and growled with a cold, frenzied voice, "Scram!"

"Damn, who do you think you're talking to?"

Far from leaving, the thugs advanced towards them.

The man's gaze turned wolfish, menacing with a sinister green glow, as if he were ready to rip them apart.

Leh Jiu's heartbeat quickened, her mind fixated on a single thought—she must not be discovered!

But as they took a couple of steps forward, Leh Jiu heard two sharp bangs.

Two bullets found their mark, each shot lethal.

The men fell to the ground, eyes wide open, dead before they hit the ground.

Leh Jiu attempted to look around, only to realize someone was holding the back of her head down firmly.

The man's slightly rough fingertips grazed her neck, subtly yet persistently, as his lips brushed past her earlobe, sending a wave of hot breath into her ear, he murmured in a low, husky voice, "Don't look."

The warmth sent shivers down Leh Jiu's spine, her scalp tingling, her limbs felt powerless, and her eyes misted with tears. She gasped for air like a fish stranded on the beach, completely forgetting what she had intended to do.

"Young Master, we're late..."

The speaker halted mid-sentence upon seeing the entwined pair, astonishment evident in his eyes.

The night's shadows blurred their figures, yet the ambiguity of the scene intensified.

The man cradled Leh Jiu, turning to shield her from the subordinate's view, his eyes red and voice laced with a threatening rasp as he commanded, "Get out!"

"Yes."

The subordinate shuddered with fear, quickly averting his gaze and efficiently removing the two bodies from the ground.

Without the faint scent of blood lingering in the air, no one would have guessed that two lives had just been claimed.

Concerned for their master's safety, the men didn't venture too far.

As they listened to the moans carried by the wind, some stared at the sky, others at the ground, standing motionless and expressionless, too afraid to stir.

An hour later, the confrontation came to an end.

The man emerged, his upper body bare, his eyes reflecting the contentment of satiation, relaxed and pleased.

Leh Jiu was unconscious, curled up quietly and obediently in the crook of the man's arm.

Soft and fragile.

She was draped in the man's shirt, her hair cascading like seaweed, partially covering her face, leaving only her red lips and a pair of pale, delicate calves visible.

These exposed legs alone were enough to incite envy in women and desire in men.

The bodyguards looked on in shock. Not only had the man been intimate with a woman, but he was also tenderly protective of her.

Is this still their master who despises women and has an obsession with cleanliness?